In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Tuesday, June 25, 2019
in my autobiography
when I write my memoir
you will not be in it
not for a sentence or paragraph
or even a New York minute
you'll be conveniently forgotten
that's right, I said it
there'll be nothing left
of you to even edit
yeah, there'll be nothing left
to feel, hear, or see
that'll be you
in my autobiography
you can peruse the table of contents
or look inside the index
you can scan for miles
but you won't be there in text
everything you've done to me
is erased from here on out
I can see you standing there
you're nothing to write about
everything you've done to me
is now ancient history
that'll be you
in my autobiography
there'll be lots of other people
families and friends
but the memories you keep will
come to a bitter end
when I write my memoir
you'll somehow be missing
along with all your misspent words
to which no one will listen
and when the book is finished
and no one remembers your name
just look straight into the mirror
and discover who's to blame
when the book is finished
nothing's what you'll see
that'll be you
in my autobiography
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